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Chapter 7
“No,”saidLinda,“wearenotafraidofyou.YoucameherewithGian’Battista.”
“YoumeanNostromo?”saidDecoud.
“TheEnglishcallhimso,butthatisnonameeitherformanorbeast,”saidthegirl,passingherhandgentlyoverhersister’shair.
“Butheletspeoplecallhimso,”remarkedDecoud.
“Notinthishouse,”retortedthechild.
“Ah!well,IshallcallhimtheCapatazthen.”
Decoudgaveupthepoint,andafterwritingsteadilyforawhileturnedroundagain.
“Whendoyouexpecthimback?”heasked.
“AfterhebroughtyouhereherodeofftofetchtheSenorDoctorfromthetownformother.Hewillbebacksoon.”
“Hestandsagoodchanceofgettingshotsomewhereontheroad,”Decoudmurmuredtohimselfaudibly;andLindadeclaredinherhigh-pitchedvoice—
“NobodywoulddaretofireashotatGian’Battista.”
“Youbelievethat,”askedDecoud,“doyou?”
“Iknowit,”saidthechild,withconviction.“ThereisnooneinthisplacebraveenoughtoattackGian’Battista.”
“Itdoesn’trequiremuchbraverytopullatriggerbehindabush,”mutteredDecoudtohimself.“Fortunately,thenightisdark,ortherewouldbebutlittlechanceofsavingthesilverofthemine.
